Stealing the Protagonist Gongs Away in a Shou-Centered World to Have Gang S*x

Western Fantasy: 1 [Vampire Prince in Western Fantasy]

Western Fantasy: 1 [Vampire Prince in Western Fantasy]

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[Replacement of cannon fodder character: Tangtang Cappadocia. One of the three vampire princes, it is rumored that he lives in an ancient castle on the cliff of Hongtuolan Forest, with bats as companions and blood as food]

[He is the most brutal and bloodthirsty of the three princes. There are countless human skeletons buried in the soil of the red rose garden outside his castle. He is always on the bounty list of the Holy See]

[If you accidentally step into Hongtuolan Forest, then, hush... be careful, don't wake him up]

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The cold full moon is embedded in the night sky, and the moonlight is scattered in Hongtuolan Forest. The trees are like twisted human bodies wailing in pain. The thorn bushes are hidden everywhere in the night. If you are not careful, the prey will bleed. The blood "drips..." drips on the delicate petals, along the equally thorny stalks, and falls into the scarlet soil.

This is the Red Tolan Forest, the territory of the prince.

But today, this dead silence was broken by a slight sound in the castle.

"Squeak..."

The dark castle bathed in the cold moonlight was quietly waiting for its owner to wake up. The moonlight penetrated the interior through the colorful rose window, shining on the gem-inlaid coffin.

"Squeak..."

The gorgeous dark red coffin suddenly opened a gap, and the "squeak" broke the silence and startled the sleeping castle. The crystal lamps lit up one by one, and the crows and bats in the forest opened their scarlet eyes, fluttering and flying from all over the castle. The black feathers slowly fell under the full moon, and the rough calls revealed a strange excitement. The sound of leather shoes stomping on the ground rang in the corridor of the castle.

Da, da, da.

The footsteps were slow and steady. The warm yellow lights on both sides lit up. A man in an elegant tuxedo walked gracefully through the corridor with strange portraits and stopped in front of a bedroom.

He put his white-gloved hand on the golden doorknob and pressed it slowly.

The door opened. The red gauze in the gorgeously decorated bedroom swayed slightly. In the middle, a dark red coffin was finely crafted and inlaid with gems of different sizes. Under the gorgeous light reflected by the rose window next to it, it exuded an ominous and evil atmosphere, which made people shudder. 

The sound of leather shoes on the ground stopped, and an elegant tone came into the coffin from the gap: "Your Excellency, have you woken up from your sleep?"

There was no sound in the coffin.

Tang Tang had been sleeping for a long time. He was lying flat in the coffin, with his hands folded on his abdomen, sorting out the memories in his mind.

This time, the protagonist is the Son of Light of the Holy See, who was also his blood servant a few years ago.

... It's another story of a farmer and a snake.

The main characters are the black-tailed mermaid from the Yasiri Sea and the abyss demon. The identity of the last one is the most troublesome for Tang Tang. He closed his eyes and frowned, thinking for a long time before he decided to make the best of it.

The gap slowly opened upwards, revealing the scarlet velvet inside. A pale hand held the coffin, and the sleeping person inside sat up.

Then seeing the handsome vampire butler standing beside his coffin, Tang Tang almost didn't lie down again! It took him a long time to steady himself.

The young man who sat up from the coffin was wearing a gorgeous dress that symbolized the identity of a prince, with a ruby ​​tied on his collar. He seemed to have some oriental ancestry, with dark black hair growing to his ears. His deep face blended with the classical beauty of the East, making him look like an elf.

As soon as Servis thought of this, he saw the dark red eyes that seemed to be flowing with evil.

His eyes looked in his direction, his lips red enough to drip blood opened slightly, and he asked slowly in a voice full of mysterious charm.

"Who are you?"

The vampire had not seen the sun for many years, and his skin was whiter and tenderer than milk. Sitting in the coffin, he raised his head and looked at Servis. His dark red eyes were a little curious, and they were more beautiful than the valuable ruby ​​on his collar.

If he had to be described as an elf, then the fallen elf would be more appropriate.

Servis converged his gaze. He was tall and straight, with light golden medium-length hair hanging behind his shoulders. He was wearing a black tuxedo, which made him look elegant and gentlemanly to the fullest. He put his white-gloved hands on his chest and bowed his head slightly.

"Your Excellency, I am Servis of the Asa family. Mr. Adair, who serves you, is about to reach the end of his life. The parliament sent me to the Red Tolan Forest to replace Mr. Adair and wait for you to wake up from your deep sleep."

Tang Tang: "..."

He almost couldn't hold it back. Servis Asa, one of the main characters, is a fucking blood hunter! !

"Ah, sent by the parliament," the young man with a delicate face tilted his head, stretched out his hand as if he remembered something, and his tone was lazy.

"Servis, where is your letter of commission."

As he said that, the dark red eyes that looked at Servis flashed a little, and the other party acted like a spoiled child: "Do you have it? If not..."

He sat in the coffin, next to the colorful rose window, his eyes were bright, and he smiled and showed his little fangs.

"I'm going to eat you."

Servis looked calm, staring at Tang Tang for a few seconds, not missing the desire in his eyes. His eyes were always lingering on the aorta in his neck.

He looked at him like food... He lowered his eyelids, took out a sealed letter, and handed it to the other party respectfully with both hands.

"This is a commission letter, Your Excellency."

Tang Tang reluctantly looked away, took the letter and opened it casually, and glanced at the dark patterns and the seal marks that exuded a special aura, and knew it was real.

This time, in order to avoid the murder of the protagonist, he woke up a few days earlier. Although he didn't know how he would meet Servis, one of the protagonists, it was not a bad thing for him.

Tang Tang gathered his mind, holding the letter, his long eyelashes trembled, and his delicate face collapsed in an instant. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes that were more beautiful than rubies, as if he wished that his butler was someone who was fake, and he checked it over and over again unwillingly.

Servis stood beside him, his emerald eyes observing the vampire prince holding the letter, exuding an unhappy vibe, and thought in surprise.

This seems... a little different from the rumored Cappadocian prince who bites off a blood servant's neck every time he eats, and whose methods are so cruel that there are skeletons under the roses in the Red Tolan Forest.

But just as he thought this, he saw the vampire boy's eyes wandering, pretending with poor acting skills that there was something wrong with the letter, stuffing the evidence into his coffin, and looking up at him with burning eyes.

"Poor Servis, your letter is fake," the little vampire sighed with regret, his soft voice stretched out in a unreasonable tone: "But who can blame me for being a kind and good vampire? As long as you give me a cup... no, two cups of your blood, I will let you go."

He stretched out his fingers seriously and gestured, like an attracted little animal, he kept looking at Servis's cold white neck, where the fragrant blood was flowing. He sniffed and his delicate Adam's apple rolled.